Sunday, April 12, 2009

Nothing like Easter Sunday morning in Key West....Wish I was there. This shot was taken on Duval Street a few years back.
Nothing but quiet here today. Number one stopped by with the boyfriend for a few beers, and left their fish for us to take care of. Harold is back with us again. He's a monster goldfish now, and I believe he's been around for about four years. I told Kell when we sail away we're dumping him in Lake Ontario on the way out. Is there a place you can take old goldfish?
Got some ball valves replaced this weekend, but going out there today, I would have froze my easter eggs off. Tomorrow will be warmer.
Well, I missed church again this year. Maybe all those years as an altar boy will carry me through. Well except for slapping a nun, and starting a fire in the church, oh, and eating the host, but I never touched the wine...then there was the bobby youballdini song, that didn't go over too well, but not as bad as dropping the bell all the way down the altar steps, then tripping on my robe getting it...there was the stages of the cross, where I dropped the cross...
This still makes me laugh.